This is a song about "The struggles"

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

In the heat of the summer,

Are you perfect motherfucker

I don't trust no one

The bigger the the fun

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

This message is for those in struggles, it's not twisted,

That's why i keep my friends limited, keep them hoes interested